breathing
heavily, lifting my hands to my throat, but there is no wetness. I have not
been bitten, and I don’t know why I think I might have. I assume it was the
dream I don’t remember. I look around at the room, shaking my head. It is a
hotel room that I swear I have been in before, but that is impossible.
It's light out and
when I look back to the left, Constantine stands over me, looking worried. I
flinch when he reaches for me. He looks hurt, "What was that dream? You
were screaming suddenly and then you were awake."
I shake my head,
"I don’t know."
It's true. I don’t
know. I never do. But I suspect that he hurt me in my dream. I still feel his
fangs in my neck for some reason. I just don’t want to tell him. I climb off
the bed, "Where are we?" My stomach rumbles.
"Karachi, we
never got to leave. We found him. Wyatt is there now, watching him. We need to
go there." He holds a hand out for me, but I walk past him.
He grabs my arms,
"What was the dream?" I shake my head. He shakes me
a little , “Tell me.”
"I don’t know,
but I think you bit me.”
He shakes me again, "I would never do that to you. Why do you
believe them? The dead lie, Rayne. They always have."
"I don’t
know." I have to assume this is an old fight. I can't find it in my
memories, but he looks hurt like it's an old wound. The girls inside of me are
silent.
Tom drives us to the
place where Wyatt waits with Stella. "Where are Michelle and Mona?"
"The jet. This
city is too dangerous for them. Mona was nearly assaulted."
I gasp, "What?
How long was I sleeping?"
He gives me a confused
look, "Three days. We thought you had slipped away, to the dreamland
maybe."
"What about
Mona?"
He shrugs,
"Stella ate her attacker before he had a chance to get very far with it.
Mona was very upset, naturally, and chose to stay on the jet. Once you have
done away with our friend, we will be leaving too. The temples in India and
Pakistan are under attack. We can't stay long. The world has erupted in
religious wars, only the old countries though. America, Canada, and even
Britain are safe. But China, Pakistan, India, Tibet, Italy, France, Iraq, Iran,
Saudi Arabia, Egypt, Israel, and a bunch more are at war. War
within their countries. It is not country versus country; it is within their
borders. War against themselves and their beliefs."
My brow knits
together, "I just don’t understand."
He shakes his head,
"None of us do. Even the Van Helsings are at a loss."
Tom parks the car and
I smell it instantly. I can taste it in the air. I get out of the car, walking
quickly to it, like Toucan Sam following the smell of the delicious cereal. I
look around when I lose the smell. A black feather floats past me. I scowl as I
see another. I break into a run to see Wyatt and Stella standing surrounded by
feathers.
"What did you
do?"
Wyatt looks at me from
a dark scowl, "What I had to. He tried to flee. He got a phone call and
fled."
I look at Constantine,
"Does this change things?"
He shakes his head,
"I don’t know. Does it?"
Wyatt swallows hard, "I
don’t think so."
I bite my lip,
"His evil leaked out a bit. I tasted it in the air."
Wyatt nods, not saying
anything. I feel like screaming. What if the evil is back and I am responsible
for it.
Constantine shrugs,
"His kind are the ones who send you to the depths of hell each time; I
would imagine he is able to send a devil there too."
Wyatt's eyes meet
mine, "I'm sorry."
I nod. He rarely says
sorry, unless it’s about the incident but he hates talking about that. A smile
finds its way onto my face, "It's not like the world is going to end from
it."
Wyatt laughs, tossing
my sword at me. I holster it, dripping blood and all, and turn and walk back to
the car.
Four
The last devil is easy
to find. They all were really. The witches had tracked them, Constantine and
his team had located them to exact places, and Wyatt smelled them down like a
hound. It is not the effort we assumed it would be.